Zilia glanced at the clock, then at Idris, who remained glued to the television screen.
"Idris, lunch is ready," she called out gently.
"I'm still full from breakfast," he replied without tearing his eyes away from the show.
She walked over and sat beside him on the couch. "You've been watching this since morning. Aren't you tired?"
"Nope," Idris said, stretching his legs out. "I hardly ever get time to enjoy shows like this. Let me have this."
Zilia smiled softly, watching her brother. It felt good to see him this relaxed and carefree.
'Now that we're back in the capital, it's time to send Idris to the academy. I should start looking for a job too,' Zilia thought. 'I wonder if Casaio will still expect me to keep pretending to be his mate. I honestly don't want that anymore. But… what he said the day before yesterday wasn't a lie. He's still in love with me. I don't want to ruin him because of my past.'
